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CHAPTER 2:

Integra waited patiently for Alucard's return, holding one of her expensive cigars between her fingers. In the end, Seras had shot two of the vampires, while Alucard dealt with the final one. If the organization had arrived sooner, the family would have survived the attack...but ever since the new members of the Hellsing Organization came in, it had become complicated to get used to new recruits; as well as hard to return to the normal schedule. Ever since Integra had legal release from her temporary two-month imprisonment, even her own agendas had seemed less packed of late.
What in hell could end up making Alucard take his time? What could possibly make him stupid enough to make her wait when she could return to the manor to rest? With a sigh, Integra turned around to head for her car, but rotated back at the sight of a red-clad man walking up the path.
She smiled lightly, and then it disappeared in an instant. "What took him so long?" She asked herself, placing the cigarette between her teeth. Since the last incident against the strange creature, Incognito, Integra had no patience with anyone or their alibis save for maybe Walter and the young police girl. Seras Victoria had helped Integra while Alucard had destroyed the foolish imposter of a monster. Sir Hellsing thought that it would be civilized to become more appreciative of Victoria's presence. She had suffered just as much as Integra, having to fight her fellow soldiers once they had transformed into ghouls before. The vampyric woman also had to live through the fact that she could no longer resume a human life since Alucard drank her blood. If anything, both she and the leader of Hellsing endured the same pain, minus the variation of species.
However, Victoria didn't seem to notice the difference in Integra's attitude towards her. Her job became her main concern after the death of her commander, Peter Fargason. Hellsing Organization members that did not enjoy her attendance had now begun to get used to her, and they even invited her to some training simulations to give them advice and show them what to do in certain under-attack circumstances. Her reputation had begun to rise up in the levels, while her confidence did as well. Had she started drinking blood again? Hopefully, she did; Alucard sometimes regretted drinking Seras' blood because of that fact, but sometimes, the craving would get the best of Victoria. How or why any vampire drank blood had become a question that Integra never really wished to know.
Now Alucard had returned from his side of the mission. Nothing seemed more satisfying to him than using his thirteen millimeter anti-freak pistol made especially by Walter. Nowadays, Integra would find Alucard fiddling with it; studying the bullets, tracing his gloved fingers over the writing on the casing, and aiming it in a random direction before chuckling to himself and putting it away. Not that Sir Integra minded at all, she simply found it amusing that he seemed to love a human's weapon so much. Nosferatu did not seem the type to marvel at the weapons of man, neither the sort to fiddle with it for no reason at all.
But such things had no value to Integra, so she shook the thought away, and watched as Alucard approached.
He had something in one arm, while his free hand carried his large hat. Her eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the thing in his arms. How often he managed to make his master angry astounded even her, and she had lost count of the times only a couple of years after they had first met. His usual grin had plastered itself to his face as he drew near Integra. Hair with a maroon hue to it stuck out from the bundle of blankets, giving the leader of Hellsing an obvious guess.
"Damn it, not again, Alucard!" Integra growled, walking towards him, her teeth biting down hard on her cigar. "Are you trying to make your own pathetic little infantry of draculinas?" She frowned. "Or are you simply doing this to irritate me?"
The nosferatu only smirked. "Would you rather she died?" He glanced down at the child on his arm, sleeping peacefully in the large blanket.
Sir Hellsing grew quiet at that question. "..."
Her servant sniggered. "I thought so."
Integra looked at the small girl sleeping in his arm, one side of her face dripping with a horrible amount of blood. She couldn't help but grimace at the sight of her right eye, distorted and mangled with pieces of sharp items, even through the eyelid. Although the little girl had fallen asleep, her right eye looked slightly open from the wound. Even if they helped, she would still be blind, not to mention horribly scarred, in that eye. Nevertheless, the Hellsing organizations' doctors had become well- trained, if not perfectly, for such a problem. They could fix it to look presentable, or give her a decent eye patch.
She sighed heavily and turned around. "Fine, then. However, this time, she better be more easily persuaded to do as she's ordered. I don't want another weak, starving vampire that refuses to drink blood!" She glared at him momentarily. "It cause far too much of a problem for us already!"
"Of course, master," Alucard nodded as he watched Integra leave. His smile crossed his face again. "This may not be in order to annoy you, my master..." He laughed quietly. "However, it just makes it all the more fun..."
"Master!"
Alucard turned around and saw Seras Victoria running over to him. "Master!"
"Good evening, Police Girl," He said. As his servant slowed down to a walk, she spotted the girl in his arm, relief washing over her as the dread she felt before disappeared.
"The child's alive, Master?" Seras asked, staring up at her master as he smirked.
"She's unconscious, that's all,"
She looked at the child sleeping in Alucard's arm. "...um...Master...Is she going to be alright?" Her bright red eyes seemed taken aback at the horrible sight of her twisted right eye. "My God..."
"She's permanently blind in her right eye, with only minimal damage to the back of her head, but otherwise, she's perfectly healthy." The nosferatu's eyes trailed down to the small girl's peaceful, sleeping form. Her mouth had opened slightly in her sleep, her left eye closed peacefully, even with the unbearable pain on one side of her head. Alucard took a glance at her dreams and thoughts, seeing something about some hero of darkness. "She simply requires medical attention."
"Haa..." Seras sighed in deep relief. "That's good. So..." She glanced at the little girl again before looking up at her master, a shiver running up and down her spine at a second look of the wound. "Is she...is she being sent to an orphanage after a hospital's care?"
"After everything she's seen and what she has become?" Alucard smirked. "No. She'll be coming with us."
"What she's beco—?" Victoria stared at him in surprise. "But...she's just a little child! She looks barely out of her toddler ages!" Her eyes widened in realization. "Y-you—ah—Master, you didn't!"
"...She chose the same thing you did, Police Girl." The nosferatu grinned. "If you want to know why...ask her when she wakes up."
"B-but...Master...you transformed a little girl?" She questioned, feeling a great amount of pity for what the child had coming to her in the near future.
"Police girl," Alucard said strictly. He stared at Seras silently through his bright sunglasses. His servant blinked at his gaze, then bowed her head.
"Uh..." Seras sighed lightly. "Yes, master." The former police girl accepted his earlier suggestion; she would ask the child later, when she was awake.
He smiled then slowly turned to disappear into the darkness of the night.
The police girl watched him as he walked away, and then quickly turned the other direction to join her fellow soldiers.
Celia's dreams seemed filled with blood. The red liquid spilt everywhere her dreams dragged her to. Everything she saw seemed covered in blood and things that she did not wish to see. If only...if only someone would stop the blood from spilling...if only someone would make it all go away...make it leave her alone.
If anyone would willingly rescue a small five-year-old from nightmares and the most horrible event of her life...she hoped they would save her soon.
The nightmare reliving her worst fears had suddenly spilt in two, and a low voice seemed to reply to her crying.
"You'll be 'rescued' soon enough, Celia Pares,"
Calmness overtook her, and she finally lolled into a deep sleep, dreaming of nothing but the darkness that seemed to free her.
After that, she only heard a simple chuckle as if it had heard her thoughts.

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